August’s Insinuation

A bittersweet scent of melancholy wafted through my screen door today, reminding me that the waning days of summer are upon us. In less than five days August will bow to September, catapulting us forward whether we’re ready to let go or not. I am not. I know in my heart that there will never again be an August quite like this one, a serenely simple month all wrapped up in the magic of Mom’s miraculous recovery. Still, her dance partner these days has been a formidable force, a brute really, as cancer usually is. She hasn’t gotten her...

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